Hole In My Heart

The native man slowly walks through the forest.

There is a tear in his eye.

He came across a hole in the ground that held three bunnies.

He bent down and picked up one of the bunnies and held it to his chest.

As he held it, he whispered in the bunny's ear.

When he was done, he held the bunny at arms' length, and looked at it in the eye.

“Mr Rabbit, you have fixed the hole in this warrior's heart,

so now I will put you back down, so you can fix the hole in someone else's heart.”

He bent down and put the bunny back into the hole in the ground.

He stood up, and dry eyed, he walked away.